it is the night descends, brown and dusty, powder loosed unceremoniously
from hands divine, hazy raiment for a world undressed
the gentle gossamer of predilection
and flicker the shadow of presumption, conjured in modest moments
the afterglow of a flare forbidden, silhouette of small white petals turned gray
a beauty recognized though not realized
a buzzing of drowsy bees within, prairie of peculiar embrace
upon fleet feet the couriers of oblivion put to rest
all watchfulness, the agents of our qualms
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Poems for Peculiar Children
PoetryThis is a second anthology of my more whimsical and curious poems. They aren't so much for children, though anyone can read them!
